Armenia

It's cold and blustery and these are the last few kilometers of Georgia before the Armenian border. The quantum entanglement wants to let me know I got too lucky with no flats in this country so I do get one in the final 5 km. Georgia would have been the first country where I would not have had any flats, ever.

They are burning wood for coals at a little restaurant so I go in for coffee and breakfast. It's wonderful and run by two bald stocky super friendly guys.

I made another stop for a hearty beef stew at the border truck inspection stop. The high volcanic plateau is endless and the road stretches on over the next and the next hill.

This border area does not hold much interest, I visit an Armenian market and look for a room for a cold and rainy night. I miss sleeping in my tent and my little stove somehow got lost. It's not the right time for camping. Not much choice for rooms so I go for a nice place again. I'm spoiling myself, not something I ever do, but it's easy to get used to.Read more